One of the good things about being knocked up is - no periods for 9 whole months!
I'll be 36 years old in a month & have been dealing with this crap since I was 12. Damn near a quarter of a century is enough, don't cha think? I don't know how much more I & those around me can take.
My ex & former roomie resorted to bunking on the couch during "period week". First, I wanted to be booed up with him and 30 minutes later I'm yelling for him to get away from & not to touch me. He said he couldn't deal with that much "crazy". {See, now I'm LOL remembering the stupid ass look on his face when he said that.}
Every time I hear Regina King say, "Always. Have a happy period." I cringe. I love Regina, but if I ever meet her I might be inclined to shake the shit outta her on GP.
Some of my episodes are better than others, but lately this has been driving me mad! The attitude, the mood swings, the cramps & the insatiable appetite (hence the background) - simultaneously are enough to drive a dead man insane.
Just the other night, hunger pains woke me around midnight. Cramps {I take pain killers as the very last resort} & hunger pains do not a good combination make. Since I'm trying to work on losing a few pounds, I knew I shouldn't be eating but dammit, when fat people get too hungry, we get angry.
I get out of bed & go to the kitchen. I devoured a can of pineapple. Not enough. I grabbed a box of my Strawberry Whoppers. Still not enough. I sat, crack & ate an entire big bag of David's sunflower seeds. You guessed it...still hungry as a mutha. However, I decided I needed to stop before I damn OD'd or something.
The exact same happened the following night. This time I had a bowl of oatmeal, chased that with a can of Mandarin oranges & chased that with a Chocolate Payday I had hidden in the freezer. You would think those combos would've make me sick. Nope.
One minute I'm jammin a song & smiling remembering the last time I was in love, 2 minutes later I'm crying my eyes out remembering how that sapsucker broke my heart.
One minute I'm watching Deserving Design & smiling at the outcome. The next minute I'm in tears thinking about all the never started, half-assed or much needed home improvement projects at my house.
What gives?! I've always had PMS but never like the last year or so. Hell, am I bi-polar & just don't know it. I surely hope not.
For those who don't believe, i.e., men, this shit gets so bad MJB & Angie Stone wrote a song about it!
Ladies, how do you deal with the blues? I've already purchased the Bacardi.
